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Crimson coasting through September

Photo credit David Marx

If blue is the color of July, then surely red is the glory of September. A thousand shades of crimson can be found along the Mid-coast – in a single sugar maple reflected in the still waters of a quiet cove.

There are apples in the ancient orchards along the country roads leading to Spruce Point. There are reds from Breton to maroon on the lobster buoys afloat on Linekin Bay. And, of course, the season endures for lobsters themselves in a hundred shades of Claw Down scrumptiousness – like our own Chef Fain’s Lobster Pot Pie.

The sunsets blaze. The marshes redden with their secrets. And the cardinals whistle in the come-too-soon dusk of the equinox. Even the full moon proclaims its eclipse as a “Blood Moon.”

Here at Spruce Point Inn we take our crimson coasting as a sign it’s time to harvest another crop of “oceanside memories made in Maine.” There are the notes our returning guests leave with promises they’ll be back again next year (like whispers from departed ruby-throated hummingbirds). We look for scraps of red-cheeked joy in the fairy houses along our Wabanaki Trail, note how many times red recurs in the images shot by the recent group of David Marx workshop photographers, and see shop and gallery windows reflect the season’s foliage in treasures waiting to be carried home from another season spent in Vacationland.

These cool evenings bring the opportunity for dancing fireplace flames, the rich depths of a cabernet-filled glass from Cellardoor and a sauce for the acorn squash on the menu in 88 made from the last of the kitchen garden tomatoes. There are even sweet peas named “Beaujolais” in the Coastal Maine Botanical Garden; and a red pennant beckons from the Boothbay Harbor Country Club logo.

There’s an old mnemonic that directs those of us who mess around in boats: “red’s right returning.” Meant to keep us off the rocks, it suits this season perfectly. See you one more time?